Genre: Dark
Chars.: Naruto
Location: Chapter 05b Aftermath.
Foreword: Light spoilers for Chapter 05b.
Fox Identity: Lost Segments
Blood Stains and All
By Arkhe
Twinkling lights dotted the pitch black. A blond boy mundanely noted the stars were out tonight.
Naruto found himself under the natural, nocturnal glow as he casually threw a kunai up and catching the handle in its spinning descent. This was an unconscious action as his thoughts lay distracted on something else entirely.
He acknowledged that his body would likely never keep any offending scars and such, but the last battle unfortunately did.
The battle against Zabuza and Haku.
Instead of repeating the throwing motion on catching the throwing knife's last falling arc, Naruto held it in his lap gently, eyes wandering over his hands and the weapon it held.
They were still covered in blood.
Not literally. The battle had already gone and passed and he had gone through several bathings during that incident to now, but he still could see the rich, dark liquid pooling over his hands and staining his clothes.
Funnily enough, the weapon he cradled at the moment, was also the same weapon that had carved itself into Zabuza's chest.
Naruto's eyes glazed over, as his mind danced and writhed in those vivid last few moments, drowning out reality entirely...
...and everything started all over again.
The missing ninja had left himself open, inviting the weapon. And Naruto filled that invitation. He'd forced the weapon into Zabuza and within seconds, wrenched the missing ninja's life from him.
And the blood went everywhere, as every inch of torn skin yielded another spout of flesh and plasma as it splashed him and darkened his orange jump-suit, Zabuza's prone form slumping to the ground.
The Demon of the Mist's blood had seeped through Naruto's clothes and the cold feeling had the boy drolly examine it. He'd looked to his stained hands and isolated an emotion.
Disgust.
He knew that killing would become an integral part of his life (being a ninja and also wanting revenge and all) but -to his distaste- found a begrudging respect for the missing ninja. You kill people without faces. You don't ever get to know you're enemy...
...because they could turn out to be just like you.
And now he was covered in this man's blood.
But as disgusted as he was, Naruto found an even more disturbing emotion.
Blood lust.
He'd liked seeing the life liquid spill, coating him with the stench of death and decay. He'd enjoyed the elated feeling that came with wrenching the life out of someone. He'd thrilled at the sight of blood and how enticing it was in all its properties as it pooled on his hands and feet.
The cold touch of steel against his tongue had quickly woke him out of his reverie and the touch of reality wiped the blood away from his vision.
He'd caught himself morbidly licking the blunt edge of the kunai.
In a single moment, he'd shared the same discontent with himself that others saw him as and on a whim, threw the kunai into the river.
Blood Stains and All.
End
Notes:
A bit too dark to fit into the same sections of Fox05b. Unneeded really.